another child of the moon (isis)

[syrena blaire davenport]

Syrena sat, piercing red eyes scanning the dimly lit pub. She didn't normally bother with the slimy area that was The Hog's Head, but she didn't particularly have a choice. Life had gotten far too difficult and she didn't know where else to turn. Work in regards to gaining more Children had gotten much more difficult. However, it wasn't her job as the leader of the Children of the Moon that had driven her to hard liquor. Her mate was the problem.

Syrena knew - or, at least, had thought that she knew - that the likelihutd him and pretending not to be aware of the prod of either Logan or her finding their true mate was slim. However, it had become excruciatingly obvious that Logan had, indeed, found a shewolf that was destined to be his lifelong mate. Being around him and pretending not to be aware of the putrid smell of a she-beast lingering on his skin and clothing was painful. She couldn't possibly be angry with him for this. It wasn't anger that Syrena felt. It was sadness.

They'd discuss what they would do, should one of their true mates were to come around during the course of their marriage. Syrena and Logan had both agreed that they would each allow the other to follow the course that nature had designed for them. The heart wans what the heart is programmed to want, and they'd agreed, as a couple, that they would willingly allow each other to follow that path. Now that it had happened, Syrena was downright devastated.

Secretly, she'd begun using her maiden name. It was only fair. Syrena was only linked to Logan by the Children of the Moon now. They were co-leaders, and they would work together as such. Still, Syrena couldn't help but be sad. Because of dear, old Mother Nature, she'd lost her husband, someone she had truly loved. However, that wasn't what was affecting her the most. syrena was jealous. Logan had found his mate, now she wanted to find hers.

Syrena drank glass after glass of whiskey, dwelling on all of her thoughts. Alcohol didn't affect her the same way it did humans, it merely gave her an electric buzz. As she lifted her fifth glass to her lips, she caught whiff of a new, unusual entity entering the pub. Her eye widened and she turned her whole body on her stool to face the door, examining the new arrival.

Syrena's Outfit

[isis leyla fareed]

The November air was a cooling touch to Isis' burning face as she rushed through Hogsmeade, her head bowed against the onslaught of wind. She folded her arms closer around herself, both to pull her trench coat tighter against the attack of wet autumn leaves as well as to make herself smaller. She had no firm destination in mind, only that she wanted to be far away from Honeydukes.

The treats had been tantalizing, bringing her widened eyes closer to the window to watch the intrigued third years shove each other for the next honeysuckle. She had touched the glass, cool from November rains. In no time, her silent presence was noted by one Slytherin, who turned around and sneered. "Half-breed" he declared in a seething tone. And all eyes were on her, penetrating her coat and scorching her cooled skin.

Eventually the running click of her weathered boots slowed, the familiar feel of tears sliding down her rounded cheeks; the sensation so familiar she hadn't noticed until the nip of November evening had threatened her with a stinging warning. She clawed bitterly at her cheek, wiping the tears from her face as she walked past all familiar shops. Even though it were physically impossible, Isis could feel the gazes of everyone searing her skin, willing her on and away from them.

A few trickles of blood had solidified in a gross cut on her cheek, but pain was rather irrelevant to Isis, the adrenaline rushing through her empowered body. She was hungry. Very hungry, but her stomach refused to agree with the burning in what felt to be a different core. Some other drinks would have to suffice, she had determined, although her logical mind recognized that nothing could alleviate what she wanted outside of the warm gush of a rabbit's blood in her mouth.

She pushed the rough hewn door of the pub open, not bothering with the name in faded letters. Her boots hit the wood, and she stopped, unsure if she could find a seat in the crowded pub. There was no table, and each person shifted in their chair instinctively at the sound of the door, as if moving their butt from one side of their seat to the other would secure their entire table.

The heavy, burning scent of hard alcohol, urine, mildew and salted sweat stung in her nose as she found herself seating herself in the only table that didn't make her empty stomach lurch. She sat in the chair carefully, not bothering to settle in; "May I sit here?" She asked the woman, voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

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[syrena blaire davenport]

Syrena couldn't believe her luck. A half-breed, here? Out in the open? This certainly was a pleasant surprise. All of her previous dismal thoughts gave way to immense pleasure and pride. This was too good to be true. If she managed to lure this young girl into her ranks, others would follow suit. They hadn't gotten a lot of half-breeds into their ranks, and they were just the leverage that the Children of the Moon needed to increase their numbers in extreme amounts. A wide grin took over her features and she watched the young girl, mind working in over-drive.

Syrena instinctively raised her nose to the air, inhaling deeply. The smell of a vampire was always such a pleasant scent, and most humans smelled absolutely heavenly. However, this girl, a mixture of both, was one of the sweetest smelling individuals that she had ever had the pleasure of stumbling across. It made her happier than she could possibly say. Syrena pushed all thoughts of her failing marriage and her jealousy aside. Her sole focus was on this beautifully perfect half-breed. To her delight, the young girl awkwardly came up beside her to sit in her booth.

"May I sit here?"

Syrena immediately broke into the sweetest, most sincere smile she'd ever offered to anyone in her life. It was instinctual, it was powerful, and it was going to lure this girl into her clutches. "Of course, sweet child, sit,"

[/color] she purred, smiling and pushing her new glass of whiskey to the side. Alcohol wasn't going to do anything for her in this moment. This girl was now the alcohol that was fueling her to forget the horrible parts of her life.

This girl was going to help her, and Syrena was determined to help this girl back. Being a full vampire or werewolf or having abilities that other people saw and bizarre or wrong was hard enough, but to be a half-breed? It was painful. She now had the conflict of being treated like less than a human but she still felt human. It was one of the most confusing, hurtful things that someone that was as strong and different as they were could go through, and Syrena wanted nothing more than to help.

Of course, it certainly would help to have this young girl become a Child of the Moon. With their first half-breed, it would make way for so many new Children and so many more opportunities. "What's your name, dear?"[/color] Syrena asked, extending her hand towards the girl. "You may call me Syrena."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[isis leyla fareed]

Isis had expected the woman to shrug her off, continuing her drinking in silence. Hell, she had hoped for it. When the woman flashed a brilliant, gleaming smile in the hazy dark, muscles coiled, prepared to flee from an unknown threat. She staid seated, however, the woman graciously inviting her to sit by her. Isis couldn't keep the expression of shock off of her permanently neutral face as she peeled off her trench coat.

"Of course sweet child, sit."

Brushing her shield of hair back from her face, she gasped, a foreign scent tickling her nose. Her eyes darted quickly around the pub, trying to target the source of the shock of endorphin she had gotten. It smelt almost like home; exotic spices...but with something else. Lavender? She inhaled again, as subtly as he could manage, before she looked back at the woman, smiling warmly at Isis in a way that made her shift in her seat, unsure to lean back or run.

"What's your name, dear?"

Isis's gaze shot up to the woman who touched her hand gently. For a moment, she saw a hint of crimson gleam in her eyes. Isis' lips parted, a small gasp of recognition emitting from her, unsure she could find words. So this was a Vampire. She had never gotten to meet one...even her mysterious father who had existed in her mother's life for one night to condemn her for the rest of her life. In the woman's eyes she saw...caring. Concern. Her throat closed tightly, forbidding words leave.

"You may call me Syrena"

Isis forced the burning lump in her throat down, finally managing to find her voice. "I'm Isis" she managed, the woman's smooth hand on hers. She hadn't expected such a welcome from a Vampire. She'd consigned herself to hatred by all: the only comrade in her solitary world her brother. He was her connector to the outside world, his charisma and understanding charming everyone he met, and his hardened skin brushing off the hatred that seeped into her core, leaving a wound she had never thought would heal.

"Umm...I..." She wasn't sure how to bring up the subject. Was there a protocol? Social etiquette? Proper terminology? She didn't even understand this for humans, let alone Vampires. "I never met someone like you before," she managed at last, hoping that she wouldn't chase this woman away.

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[syrena blaire davenport]

Syrena couldn't believe her luck. It was ridiculously wonderful, having this half-blood before her. She carefully watched the girl as her mind buzzed with excitement. Subtly, she lifted her nose to the air and breathed in. The girl smelled delicious, the perfect mix of human and vampire. Her vampire scent was a bit like cinnamon, sharp and sweet. However, it was her human scent that tantalized her so. She tried not to let her desire show. The blood that coursed through the girl's veins was reminiscent of roses and vanilla. All together, it was quite pleasant.

The girl met her gaze and tensed up almost immediately. Syrena raised an eyebrow, smiling softly. The half-breeds didn't get enough respect. They had it so much more difficult than most, and those full vampires or werewolves and the full humans tended to discriminate. However, Syrena didn't see a need to. They were just as miserable as full magical creatures and banding together would only create the army that she was looking for. The girl could tell, finally, that she was conversing with a vampire much stronger and much older than she was. Syrena simply smiled at her.

"I'm Isis... Uhm... I... I never met someone like you before."

Syrena, once again, arched an eyebrow. Really? This child really had never run across a vampire before? That certainly was bizarre. Granted, those not of human flesh and blood tended to stay hidden around this area. The Ministry wasn't too kind to vampires and werewolves and the killings around the area were all too common. The brutal murder of her brother those many years ago had caused many people to go into hiding. Syrena shook the depressing thoughts from her head, lightly patting Isis on her hand yet again.

"Yes, well,"

[/color] Syrena started, a small smile creeping to her lips. "Our kind isn't welcomed warmly, I'm afraid,"[/color] she continued. It was unfortunate, but it was the way that things were. There wasn't much anyone could do, but that's what Syrena wanted to change. Biting back her urges, she refrained from spilling all the information about Children of the Moon. Being too eager would only hinder her goal. Instead, she looked warmly at the girl.

"Let me buy you a drink, my dear, anything you'd like. You're intriguing and I'd like to know more..."[/color] she said, waving a man over. She looked up at him. "Red wine for me and whatever it is that she would like,"[/color] she said. The man nodded, noticing the flash of red in her eyes. Humans didn't dare mess with a vampire who wouldn't hide her true nature...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[isis leyla fareed]

"Yes, well, our kind isn't welcomed warmly, I'm afraid."
Isis felt her eyes snap up from where they watched the woman's smooth, mature hands on top of her own to her face. Our kind. She felt her heart flutter. Our kind. She wasn't sure what about that made the corner of her lip twitch into a smile, although the twitching quickly vanished, well trained in a stony facade of neutral.

"That would certainly explain a lot,"

[/b] Isis said, slightly wistful. Her brother wore their label proudly, leaving her no choice but to stand out as what she was. It wasn't always so bad: not when she had Amun there by her side. But he had friends in Gryffindor, and everywhere he went; she was alone. "I mean, my brother is like me...we were born like this. But other than that, I do not know of anyone. I only hear stories," she folded one leg over the other to keep it from bouncing nervously as she spoke. Still, her eyes her Syrena's unsure if the woman even wanted to hear this. Yet, somehow, Isis felt the want to tell her. Tell her everything.

"Our mum told us to be proud of it; and we were. And then once we moved here it all changed," she was taken aback as the woman smiled warmly at her, as if she honestly cared about what she felt.

"Let me buy you a drink, my dear, anything you'd like. You're intriguing and I'd like to know more..."

Isis, opened her mouth, unsure what to say, she she closed it again, nodding. The waiter appeared, and she watched carefully as Syrena kept her chin level, staring the man in the eye, speaking with such power.

"Red wine for me and whatever it is that she would like"

The man nodded, refusing to protest as he stared down the Vampire woman. He turned to Isis, waiting in silence for her order. "A Firewhiskey will be fine," she said softly, unsure what force could exist inside of this woman to make her so graceful. So triumphant. She returned her attention to Syrena as the man all but scampered back behind the bar. "So...are there others?"[/b] The slur of questions bubbled against her lips. She couldn't bite them back. Not with the surface of this world opening up in front of her, all at the decision of this woman. Her eyes glittered as she watched Syrena carefully, hanging on the every word.
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[syrena blaire davenport]

Once again, Syrena found herself captivated by the young girl. This was far too perfect and it made her absolutely giddy. She didn't have sinister intentions, she merely wanted the more powerful species to act as such. She was tired of being stepped all over by the humans that had taken her brother from her, that had taken everything from her Children. It was painful, it was devastating, and Syrena desperately wanted justice. With a half-breed on her side, she would finally gather the numbers needed to reign supreme over everyone and everything. Those humans wouldn't know what hit them.

She didn't want them to be slaves though. They deserved freedom as much as her kin did, but they needed to be put in their place. Humans were weak while her Children were strong. The food chain simply needed to be restored to its former glory. Predators would reign supreme and on top while the prey would settle at the bottom. Humanity had forced the predators to cower in fear and become scavengers, but all of that was completely unnecessary. If one had the strength of ten full-grown men, why should he or she be frightened of one man?

"That would certainly explain it. I mean, my brother is like me...we were born like this. But other than that, I do not know of anyone. I only hear stories. Our mum told us to be proud of it; and we were. And then once we moved here it all changed."

Syrena's heartstrings were officially pulled by the condensed version of Isis' tale. She had a brother. The pain of losing her brother almost a decade ago still hurt and was the fuel that fueled the flames of her ambition. A day didn't go by that she didn't think about Charlie. Already, the connection that she felt to this girl was growing. Immediately, she had the distinct, motherly urge. It disturbed her a little. Syrena felt protective over her Children and her prospective Children, but it was rare that she had something genuinely motherly towards someone. Syrena swallowed her pride and her urges and pushed all thoughts of Charlie from her mind, bringing her attention back to Isis as she quietly ordered a drink, a Firewhiskey. The girl looked towards her and her lips parted, and out came the first question.

"So... are there others?"

Syrena felt her lips tug up into a small smile as she nodded. "Of course. Many choose to hide who they are, and it... well, it's rather upsetting. To each their own, I suppose. But, why should we be afraid of the talents and beauty we possess?"

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[isis leyla fareed]

The firewhiskey came and suddenly Isis' confidence began to ebb. She took it in her hand and took a sip, as if she had done so twenty times before. The taste wore coarse against her tongue, giving a surprising sting as she swallowed. Still, it did nothing to quench the thirst that burned there, although that was dull behind the sting of heavy alcohol. She knew the effects would be minimal on her mind, but the flow was as real as it would have been to a human.

"Of course. Many choose to hide who they are, and it... well, it's rather upsetting. To each their own, I suppose. But, why should we be afraid of the talents and beauty we possess?"

Isis paused, the bottle against her lips as she processed those words. Why should they be afraid? God knew that Amun only feared for her safety, and worried of little else. He was a free spirit. In the recesses of her mind, she had to think on her father. The faceless man that she had to put together when she looked in the mirror. What he would have said. Clearly he would have been proud, the evidence was clear in Amun.

"I don't really feel very beautiful or talented,"

[/b] she admitted, shrugging slightly. She pressed the round bottle to her lips once again, glad for the shock of alcohol this time. It worked in calming her nerves, her hands shaking significantly less as she placed the sweating bottle in a pre-existing sweat ring, twirling it around in place with her fingers.

"So..." she pause din the twirling, contemplating how to phrase the next questions, wondering what social boundaries existed with this woman who radiated so warmly in this dark hellish haze. She glanced up, cupping both of her hands around the bottle as she watched the woman for her reaction. "I guess I was wondering....how this happened to you...?"[/b] she asked Syrena, watching her face for any sign of a faux pas as she took another calming sip.

"Sorry, if that's personal...I never met my father, so I don't really know what is expected of us. Or of humans. I generally just lack social competence all around," she laughed slightly, unsure why her social humiliation was so funny to her in this moment. A smile glittered on her face for a moment, but it felt out of place and int urn quickly faded. She ran her tongue along her swollen teeth, a reminder as to why she had trained herself so perfectly to keep a marble facade of indifference permanently taped on her face.

Syrena's was different. It was warm, full of life, and pulsing with an enjoyment for everything. She wanted to be like that...
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[syrena blaire davenport]

"I don't really feel very beautiful or talented..."

Syrena frowned, lightly swirling the flute that held the rich red wine. "Well, that's a simple fix, fortunately,"

[/color] she replied, a small smile playing upon her lips, replacing the frown that had been there only seconds before. Syrena knew very well what Isis was feeling. She'd been there once before. A small Ravenclaw girl who hadn't been paid any attention. Her brother was the only person that had given her any self-confidence prior to being Turned. That in and of itself had been the turning point in her life.

Being Turned had affected both her and Charlie in similar ways. Charlie had been strong and brave and confident beforehand, having always joked that he belonged in Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw. His Turning had only proved to amplify all of that, but without making him cocky or obnoxious. Syrena, on the other hand, had blossomed from the shy, awkward Ravenclaw girl to the strong and confident woman she was today. With Charlie's murder, however, she'd become harder, more refined, and much more dangerous. She got steamed just thinking about it, but she collected herself effortlessly and took a sip of wine.

"So... I guess I was wondering... how this happened to you?"

Syrena looked at the girl, eyes wide. She hadn't been expecting that question to come. She supposed it would come eventually, but not as quickly. Syrena took another swig of her drink, a little less daintily. She shared her story, sure; it was a great and effective way to recruit for Children of the Moon.

"Sorry if that's personal... I never met my father, so I don't really know what is expected of us. Or humans. I generally just lack social competence all around."

Syrena shook her head, placing the wine glass down on the table and reaching over, lightly patting Isis' hand. "No, it's quite alright. One moment..."[/color] she replied. Subtly, she took out her wand, lightly closing off the booth they were sitting in from the potential eavesdroppers. In their little, invisible, sound-proof bubble, Syrena was able to relax a little more.

"I was Turned about a decade ago, as was my brother, Charlie. The bond between Turner and Turn-ee is strong, especially strong for me and Charlie and our 'master.' It was a bit miserable, in all honesty, but I owe him - my Turner - the self-control over my thirst. He was killed after a few years and Charlie and I were free to do as we wished. Charlie got a job in the Ministry and... well, humans tend to discriminate. A hate group jumped us in our apartment and..."[/color] Syrena hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she continued. "Charlie was killed. I now fight for our kind."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]